She looks down at her desk, then writes on a sheet of paper in thickmarker pen, "U MAIKE CANDI'S PEE PEE HARD"I flush and gasp, "Candi, put that away!...She puts it down, and scrawls again, "PEE PEE IS LOKED AWAY IN GOALDENCADGE" Still?" I say, surprised, and Candi looks deflated.. before looking upagain."MISTRESS WIL LET PEE PEE OUT TUNITE" Oh.. will she? That's nice of her... I err.. expect" I say blushingagain, as my vibe makes a special effort to keep me occupied."YES!!!!" Is the next. "That is dirty!" she said, and would have none of it. I tried to explain that it had turned us both on, she just passed it off as an accident, and refused to even discuss it with me.So I resigned myself to things the way they were, and everything went back to normal.It was about a year later, I found a men's magazine that seemed to print stories every issue about men who showed off their wives, even some who watched while their wife had sex with someone. I loved those stories, all sorts of. She finished her cigarette with a dreamy and far away look in her eyes, on the way back in she told me she would get even. feeling like I might be going a little far I waited till 11:45 before I hit the button again. This time she didn’t leave her desk just rode it out right there and at 11:49 the e-mail popped up with only one word BASTARD. 11 minutes later we got up to go to lunch but before I could head to the cafeteria she grabbed my hand and dragged me out the door and into the parking. “Cunt to cock, good girl.”He tucked a piece of her hair back behind her ear and kissed her forehead. “Take Daddy’s cock out and play with it so it gets hard while we talk,” he directed. Her hands shaking slightly she did as he asked, unbuttoning his pants and sliding down the zipper. Reaching in to pull out his semi-soft cock a small gasp escaped her when she saw his already expanding size. “You’re so big sir!” she whispered in shock, a blush across her cheeks again. “Daddy. Not sir,” he.